i was homeless for about 2 hours once when i was 17.
i was living with my father (parents are divorced) and he was a truck driver, so 27 days out of the month, he wasnt there and me being young, i had a few partys (which was a big no-no). he came home one night, saw the place trashed, a few broken things, kicked me out.
i roamed around the streets of my neighborhood for about 2 hours thinking of where i could go. luckily, i ran into a friend of mine and chilled at his place for the night. the next day, i talked to my dad and after getting bitched at hardcore for about 3 hours, i was okay.
but those 2 hours sucked ass!! the feeling of not knowing what to do, where to go, how you're going to eat, where you going to sleep, was enough to scare the shit out of me!!!!!!!!! not fun.
